The Portland daily press., 1887-08-18
THE SONS oE YORK,
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cOnlihon sense from his point of viewing il.
The ease that accompanied his mental eff
forts, the absence of straining. Combined
with an intellect that saw in many cases
quickly, what less intuitive minds reach on
~ with labor, enable him to accomplish
many things With celebrity that by others are
acnleVed by EFFORT and struggle only. know
from personol observation that he entered
new helds OF legal study with very quick
apprehension of their difficulties and extent.
IN ms professional bearing he was polite and
considerable, but firm, quick and ready. In
no engagement, occupation or struggle of his
life did he ever for moment lose the grace
Iul, courteous manner, conduct and language
OF q refined and cultivated man.
lie was Of social and genial
nature, and derived much enjoyment
intimates and friends. He preferred men
for their gifts, endowments and accomplish
nents with but little regard to their position
lie was truly democratic in nature, and in
all his life, public and private, exhibited an
unaffected sympathy with the people in
whose interests, according to his belief, our
political institutions were especially found
ed From a man Of his broad sympathes it
can be readily understood that any affecta-
ton Of excluSiyeneSS or vain ariStOcracy was
40 distant as possible. Any exhibition of such
spirit on the part of others, | can imagine
him to have regarded with quiet amusement
as having no real foundation in our Ameri-
can life5
OnuCi tnC sulbti tAbCIlOI Vi HIS C0dIdCbeT
were to be found the substantial framework
OF strength and fixedness. This is shown by
his unwaverlng fidelity to principles, beliefs
and views Of life with absolutely no indica-
ton Of vacilation or change through years
| when principles were severely tried In
deed it is fact in his life that if he had been
capable OF sacrificing his convictions to am
bltion, honOrs would have followed and re-
| warded the loss of self-approval. But the
Inducements did not amount to a tempta-
1 he foe IS 1Axyn IfUf
what he believed to be true. lie was pos
| sessed of finished style in writing and of
| eloquenee adorned and illustrated by the
| flowers of fancy and imagination. His car
rlage was composed, elegant and dignifed,
| ana his eountenance expressive, manly and
| noble. III to continue the outline of Mr..
| Bradbury's character, tits permitted to en-
ter the private circle of domestic life, in
| whose exclusion and familiarity men throw
| off all outer dress of mere appearance and
exhibit their real selves, we should then find
in him man of almost entire unselfshness,
OF complete self-surrender for the happiness
OF others, OF profound and constant affection,
of tenderness throughout all the grave and
| solemn, as well as the daily round of minor
| circumstances that constitute the events of
| life at home.
As for ourselves, in our little society we
| Shall always remember him with love and
veneratlon we shall recall him as our first
| president, and as one in whose administra-
ton, grace, dignity and propriety, adorned
the chair.
With us, as with all his friends, his name
will never be heard except it be accompanied
| with expressions of sincere attachment, kind
| recollection and respect.
Rev. DIR. A. X. p. Small made the follow
ing remarks:
| REV. DR. SMALLS SPEECH.
Mr.. President:
know not who would voluntarily break
nf .t.,%.
and eloquent words which have held us in
| this singular, double charm of sadness and
| gratlfled appreciation.
On taking the steamer this morning, the
thought of our association at once suggested
| to me the erect form and faultless bearing of
its h0nored President, which seemed most
| wildly to remain before me all the way
hither; though l had no intimation that he
was so really to appear before us today in
the memorial words of him who alone could
speaking so nobly for himself and so truth
| fully for us all. had no claim to the special
recognition of Mr.. Bradbury Yet for years
| that recognition has invariably been SO
| marked and cordial that it came to be to me
almost benediction to meet him on the
| street. No brother minister has been more
| certain to honor me with kiDdest greeting in
| proof OF the very spirit which has been so re-
markably presented in the words to which
we have listened / have frequently re-
marked that he seemed to me one OF the
finest examples of the typical ''old time
gentlemen" not ''old time in the
sense of antiquated, but best showing in
manners what should never grow old.
prize our schools. and all aids to cultva-
| ton, but for inspiring boys with the noble
| purpose of rising up into beautiful honored
| citizenship, would that they could be here,
almost to look upon this model, in the admi-
rable delneation of it today.
/ And, in listening | am profoundly i'm
pressed with the thought, that beside the
our struggles of life, it is reason enoiigiT ftdi
| our organization to have an annual opportu-
nifty Tor suitable expression of our apprecia-
ton of those passing away, catching anew
| the inspiration of their example.
We seem to have been listening, not to a
funeral requiem, but to a family or citizen
| paan, not OF fulsome eulogy. but of grateful
admiration of an honored father.
Let us emulate the excellence of our an
| cestors, so that when in the flood of wears, -
we disappear, our lives may leave some in
spiratlon for successors.
The next in order was a speech by Mr.. P
, w. Mcintyre, who spoke as follows:
MIR. McINTYRE's SPEECH.
never SO much regretted my inability to
talk We'll, and my, utter inexperience in the
art of public speaking. The theme and the
audience-the ancient county of York, and
| its sons and daughters here gathered
ought to inspire the most sluggish. But
| from tongue-tied man you can only expect
| few and faltering words. The larger utter
ance must be left to Others
1t Is said that York county people are
| ciannish. In the best sense of the much
abused adjective they are that. If love of kith
and kin; If kindly regard for old neighbors
| II pride IN the county whose wide-encroach-
| ing arms once embraced the entire District
| of Maine; if yeneration for the ashes of our
ancestors and eXultation over the achieve
ments OF their mighty sons who have made
1 fhnIr I'll in, 49, 49, 4
Republic; if glad recognition of the conspic-
uous part that York has taken in the history
| of Maine and of the Union, be clannish-
| then we who meet today to celebrate the fes-
tival of the White Rose, are clannish i'll
| deed.
| The thoughts of all of us, here seated on
one OF the beautiful islands that stud Casc0
| Bay, turn with yearning and with tender re-
| greet to our h-places in the older county.
We feel as DR.. Holmes so happily put it:
There is no place like the old place where you
| Where we lifted first our eye-lids on the splen-
| doris OF the morn.
| There are no times like the old times when you
and were young,
| When the buds OF April blossomed and the birds
OF sprngtime sung
| There are no friends like the old friends who
shared our morning days,
No greeting like their welcome, no homage like
| their praise
| Some of us into whose dim eyes may soon
| fash the white radence of eternity, long
| once more to gaze upon the homes in which
we were Graded; and so, hope, that some
| time. and at no distant time, we exiles may
| hold a reunion in one of the many delightful
| spots in the old doman-and, forsaking the
pleasant ways of Portland for a while, meet
each other within the confines of the ancient
| and famous County of York.
Portland has been good to many of us !;
and we dearly love the city of our adoption.
"a city of refuge to not few. But, as the
days fit by, our thoughts lciH turn with ever
increasing love and tenderness to the hearth
stones around which we once sat, whose
memory grows dearer as the years of absence
increase. Those of us whose heads are
rebelliously beginning to don the gray, look
back with yearning to the old play grounds,
and we find ourselves in almost fearful SYM
pathy with the lament so exquisitely ex-
pressed by Elizabeth Barrett Browning in
1.-THE Lost Bower"
j affirm that since lost It
Never bower has seemed so fair;
Never garden creeper crossed it
With so deft and brave an air;
Never birds sang in Summer
AS L saw and heard them there